I had big plans this summer. Big, big plans.
I was finally going to lose those last 20 pounds. Get my knee back up to full-strength and start running again. Get my garden looking like a patch of greenery worthy of my mother’s daughter (she’s a master gardener, yo). And, oh yeah, get on a regular blogging schedule again.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
I’m too tired to remember.
Instead, I’ve been working until my brain’s numb (in a good way, but still). I’ve been trying to emulate an attentive parent (but not always succeeding). And, of course, trying to soak up a little summer fun.
But in general, my days could best be described by the following collage:
Thank goodness fall’s coming. And with it, the beginning of a new year. After all, you know what they say…when at first you don’t succeed…put it off until tomorrow (or something like that).